Author: Recalcitrant
Title: Broken Birthdays
Summary: "Some kind of orange fabric was hanging loosely over what seemed to be burnt, melted flesh"
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, only the plot of this story.
Every year the villagers of Konoha celebrated the death of the monstrosity that was known as Kyuubi No Kitsune and mourned the loss of their beloved fourth Hokage. One boy however, always stayed inside his house staring at a blank wall on that day. Wishing that somebody would come and save him from his world of hurt and hate.
Nobody ever came though; And, they would not, for another fifteen years.
The boy was sitting yet again sitting on the hard wooden floor staring at the bare wall. Wishing that the pain and sorrow would stop. Tears were slowly falling from his blue, blurry and world weary eyes.
In the eyes of the villagers he was just a curse. Nothing more than a demon who deserved to be dead, slaughtered until he was unrecognizable.
He wiped away his tears but it really wouldn't help as more replaced the dried ones soon. This was the one night of the year that he allowed himself to not smile but to show hurt. One miserable day that he would live through each and every year. The only company he kept this lonesome night was an old battered picture of Minato, the fourth Hokage.
Suddenly with no warning a brick was violently thrown through his window shattering it into nothingness, just like he felt but Naruto didn't spare a glance. After all, it was the same thing every year...It was a tiresome routine.
After the brick came more things from different entrances. Glass could be heard shattering through out the small room as alcoholic beverages, some rotten fruit and more stones came flying in. Finally a lit wood was the last to enter.
Unfortunatly, by this time Naruto was fast asleep, dead to the world...
Like a domino chain the fire clung to flammable materials, bursting into a large roar as it touched the alcohol. The flames sprang up higher from the alcohol and began jumping to the curtains and wall paper to posters and running up the walls, burning its' way across the ceiling. Belching black smoke as its' fiery appetite ate everything and anything that came across its' path.
The flames were dancing across the floor devouring the space between them and Naruto.
The deadly flames dance around him teasingly as he fell unconscious in his sleep due to the smoke.
Droplets of fire dripped onto Naruto's clothing, his brightly colour shorts, his dark shirt and then his skin. It was like watching a horror movie, how unrealistic it all seemed as the flesh burnt away.
The smell was disgustingly like that of a creamatorium.
The blondes clothes clung to him melting against his flesh, scarring his tissues beyond repair. His chest like that of a burning pot of food it began eating away at the skin, the meat, slowly and painfully...if only the victim was awake to feel the agonizing stinging and blinding pain; As the flames reached his stomach to his seal he was nearing critical levels.
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"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU MEAN HE'S INSIDE?" the fifth Hokage roared, smashing the table in front of her into a million tiny little splinters. Scaring the ANBU in front of her half to their deaths and back.
"Shizune, get everybody and meet at his house, NOW!" She barked, ordering her dear friend in a frantic rush. Fearing the worse she quickly existed through her window quickly reaching Naruto's house to find it blazing to the highest degree.
Subsequently, what made her stomach churn in a vile manner was the people, the beloved villagers of her grandfathers, her village, Minato's village...Naruto's village...celebrating.
All drunk out of their asses, cheering his demise and singing some unheard lullaby.
Not long after team Gai and the original rookie 9((minus Naruto and Sasuke)) , Iruka, Kakashi and Jiraiya was gathered around her, quickly dispatching themselves to put out the fire, scowling and sending heated glares at the villagers that were now being rounded up by some familiar faces like Genma and Kotetsu.
"Why didn't you do anything?!" Kakashi muttered, trying to calm Iruka down.
Tsunade ran into the house as soon as she was sure it would not burn her alive, soon followed by Jiraiya and a minute later they both walked out of the scorched house with a bundle in their hand, heavily wrapped in Tsunade's green robe but some kind of orange fabric was hanging loosely over what seemed to be burnt, melted flesh.
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